Monthly Archives: August 2011

For the first time in my life, I love being asked what I do. I’m still finessing the language around what I say so that it makes sense to people, but the internal cringe that accompanied that question since I … Continue reading →

Since last night I’ve been clearing and releasing, clearing and releasing, wracked with sobs that feel older than this lifetime. It’s been months since I’ve cried this hard. I know better than to question it. I crumple and allow myself … Continue reading →

Today I want to talk about the Picking Up the Pieces Retreat. I don’t know if you’ve read the retreat page yet but here’s what I’ve realized: my inherent strengths do not lie in writing great copy like the Kelly … Continue reading →

Sunday night we returned from 9 days with my folks in Ithaca, NY. I had grand plans for our time there. Knowing how much fun my daughter and mother have together I figured I’d have plenty of time to write, … Continue reading →

What do I want to do? (with my whole heart) What’s dying to be born through me? (so much already has, and I’m feeling this question powerfully in my heart center) How can I feel more playful in my day? … Continue reading →

Today I’m taking my cue from Susannah Conway’s August Break and posting a picture. This is Ada, who decided she would try “Mutton Busting” at the county fair today. My heart pounded as she was helped into her padded vest … Continue reading →

Time feels odd to me right now – a bit like Salvador Dali’s painting The Persistence of Memory. The uber-famous, almost clichéd one with the melted clocks. There were days after Ben died when I would look at the calendar, … Continue reading →